Love Dies Hard 4 - Book 4 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Hard to Love) by C.C. Cartwright Page B
Authors: C.C. Cartwright
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my legs and I falter into his hand, into his body and I let out a whimper I can’t suppress. Even after all this time, he’s taking what he wants from me like he always does when we’re near each other. I grasp onto his strong shoulders, holding on for dear life as his fingers are working me into a heart stopping frenzy, making him impossible to resist as my memories of his touch flood my senses.
“I heard you practically panting for me back at the card table. You want this too Sophie, don’t deny it. I’ve seen the way your eyes watch me.” Damn, he caught me lusting after him still, after all that has transpired between us, I still want him. He’s right and he knows it. He knows me too well. The elevator doors open and he grabs my hand firmly walking me down the hall to his suite. His penthouse suite is the size of my apartment with a magical view of the lighted water fountains below. Once inside his opulent suite I walk up to the floor to ceiling glass window and peer out to see the view from the living room.
“You have a spectacular view from here,” I breathe out.
“I most definitely do,” he says coming up behind me. I feel him drawing up the hem of my skirt not wasting a minute to bury himself inside me. A voice inside my head is telling me to turn around and push him away, tell him no. But my sex is throbbing too hard in anticipation and it shuts me up. I press my palms against the window and rest my cheek against the cold, hard glass. All I can hear is the sensual music from the light show below, Love Me Like You Do , by Ellie Goulding and the sound of him unzipping his pants. My warm breath leaves a fog on the glass as my breathing becomes ragged, as I struggle to get enough air into my lungs. He deftly slides my thong to the side and in one quick thrust is filling me with a pleasure so intense, I close my eyes. A soft moan escapes my lips.
“God babe, I’m home,” he says as he starts to drive into me. I spread my legs wider, wanting all of him, as deep as he can go. I should have made him wear protection, who knows how many women he’s been with since we broke things off. But in the heat of the moment I want to feel every inch of him, and it feels so incredibly sinful. He withdraws and I turn around to face him. He grabs my ass and picks me up, I curl my legs around him and he impales me with his hard shaft again and again. He stumbles to the sofa to sit down so I can ride him. He loves to have me ride him. I ride him hard, urgently, grinding down on him, so I can go over the edge with him and release this ache that’s been building inside of me since I first laid eyes on him, here, again. After we crash together I embrace him hard, his face buried in my chest and tears roll down my face from the intensity of the emotions I still feel for this man I’ve reunited with. My heart is breaking all over again.
“Sophie, don’t cry babe,” he says trying to pull away from me so he can see my face, but I won’t let go. His hands gently caress my back. Every single touch, along every inch of my skin, sets my heart on fire. It makes me realize how much I’ve missed him, how much I’ve missed his touch. “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed this,” he whispers. As my body shudders with silent tears, he holds me even tighter against his warmth.
“Sophie what are we going to do?” he whispers.
“I don’t know,” I murmur back. I pull away and look into his face and try to read his eyes. They are filled with longing and tenderness, he feels it too, he must. This is not just sex anymore. I love him. I still love him, as hard as I’ve tried to fight it and bury it deep down inside of me, it’s still there.
“I still love you,” Marcus admits. I bite my bottom lip, trying to stop my tears from starting again.
Chapter 2
Marcus
Never in a million years did I imagine that I would see her here at this conference. I had no idea she was still in the business. I’ve wondered over the
“I heard you practically panting for me back at the card table. You want this too Sophie, don’t deny it. I’ve seen the way your eyes watch me.” Damn, he caught me lusting after him still, after all that has transpired between us, I still want him. He’s right and he knows it. He knows me too well. The elevator doors open and he grabs my hand firmly walking me down the hall to his suite. His penthouse suite is the size of my apartment with a magical view of the lighted water fountains below. Once inside his opulent suite I walk up to the floor to ceiling glass window and peer out to see the view from the living room.
“You have a spectacular view from here,” I breathe out.
“I most definitely do,” he says coming up behind me. I feel him drawing up the hem of my skirt not wasting a minute to bury himself inside me. A voice inside my head is telling me to turn around and push him away, tell him no. But my sex is throbbing too hard in anticipation and it shuts me up. I press my palms against the window and rest my cheek against the cold, hard glass. All I can hear is the sensual music from the light show below, Love Me Like You Do , by Ellie Goulding and the sound of him unzipping his pants. My warm breath leaves a fog on the glass as my breathing becomes ragged, as I struggle to get enough air into my lungs. He deftly slides my thong to the side and in one quick thrust is filling me with a pleasure so intense, I close my eyes. A soft moan escapes my lips.
“God babe, I’m home,” he says as he starts to drive into me. I spread my legs wider, wanting all of him, as deep as he can go. I should have made him wear protection, who knows how many women he’s been with since we broke things off. But in the heat of the moment I want to feel every inch of him, and it feels so incredibly sinful. He withdraws and I turn around to face him. He grabs my ass and picks me up, I curl my legs around him and he impales me with his hard shaft again and again. He stumbles to the sofa to sit down so I can ride him. He loves to have me ride him. I ride him hard, urgently, grinding down on him, so I can go over the edge with him and release this ache that’s been building inside of me since I first laid eyes on him, here, again. After we crash together I embrace him hard, his face buried in my chest and tears roll down my face from the intensity of the emotions I still feel for this man I’ve reunited with. My heart is breaking all over again.
“Sophie, don’t cry babe,” he says trying to pull away from me so he can see my face, but I won’t let go. His hands gently caress my back. Every single touch, along every inch of my skin, sets my heart on fire. It makes me realize how much I’ve missed him, how much I’ve missed his touch. “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed this,” he whispers. As my body shudders with silent tears, he holds me even tighter against his warmth.
“Sophie what are we going to do?” he whispers.
“I don’t know,” I murmur back. I pull away and look into his face and try to read his eyes. They are filled with longing and tenderness, he feels it too, he must. This is not just sex anymore. I love him. I still love him, as hard as I’ve tried to fight it and bury it deep down inside of me, it’s still there.
“I still love you,” Marcus admits. I bite my bottom lip, trying to stop my tears from starting again.
Chapter 2
Marcus
Never in a million years did I imagine that I would see her here at this conference. I had no idea she was still in the business. I’ve wondered over the
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